Lan Muzi is Imprisoned

Looking at the departing Soul Tool aircraft, Mu Ye smacked his lips. "Kid, why didn't you keep them here?"

Situ Xuan rolled his eyes and took a set of clothes from his storage soul tool to put on. His outer coat had been shredded into strips during the earlier battle, and right now he looked like a beggar. As he buttoned it, he said, "You want to fight Chen Xinjie? Easy for you to say."

Mu Ye snorted, but did not argue. Although he had been fighting those juniors from War God Temple just now, he had still spared a sliver of attention for Situ Xuan's side. Chen Xinjie's final strike, Sea God's Descent—if he had been the one to take it, even if he survived, he would have lost a layer of skin.

This kid had not only taken it head-on, he had come out completely fine. He was already a monster among monsters.

Vasha's voice was ethereal, carrying a matter-of-course indifference. "If the Federation's strength is roughly at this level, I don't think we need to worry too much. If anyone refuses to submit, just beat them to death."

Only then did Mu Ye look toward Vasha. Say what you would, his kid's taste really was good. Where had he found such a powerful disciple's wife for him?

Strong, beautiful, and she spoke exactly to his liking. But of course, he would not ask in this situation. He simply looked at Vasha a couple more times, then nodded.

Situ Xuan shrugged and did not respond. His gaze crossed the battlefield and landed behind a huge boulder in the distance. There was someone there, someone who had been hiding there since the battle began, neither joining in nor leaving.

Lan Muzi.

Situ Xuan reached out with a large hand,